After all of them are reborn, who would still want to marry 2.5 Jo Satoru?

"Hmph hum~ hum hum~"

Dazai Osamu was wearing a kimono, sitting in the Honghei Medical Room humming a song, and seemed to be in a very happy mood.

Mori Ogai pushed the door open and walked in, with a smile that also had an ambiguous meaning on his face. "Dazai-kun, you seem to be in a good mood. Did something happy happen to you?"

Dazai rarely refrained from mocking him, but instead asked, "Doctor Mori seems to be in a good mood, too. Did anything good happen to you?"

also……

When Mori Ogai heard this word, his smile widened a little.

It seems that this kid is in a really good mood, so there is no need to worry about him causing trouble at the critical moment.

"That's right. Takase will be completely wiped out by a force that appears out of nowhere. The port mafia will take advantage of the chaos and make a fortune."

Dazai Osamu raised his eyebrows and continued to ask, "Then, what about the good things?"

"Isn't this a good thing, Dazai-kun?" Moriou said in a gentle tone.

"The Port Mafia's influence has expanded, and the old leader's rule has become more solid. This isn't going to be any better for you, Dr. Mori."

"No, no, no, Dazai-kun, you don't understand."

Mori Ogai shook his head, looked at the bright sunshine outside the window, and smiled slowly, "I do hope to go further in the Port Mafia, but it's because I want this city to become a better place."

"The more those chaotic organizations disappear, the quieter the city's night becomes, until finally, only one voice remains in the entire night."

"As for the leader," Mori Ogai's smile was filled with an indescribable sense of horror. "People always have to accept their age, and they always..."

He omitted the last few words, but both of them knew what he meant.

When people get old, they will die.

"Wow~" Dazai Osamu's eyes widened slightly, "It looks like Dr. Mori, you are ready?"

As he spoke, he made a cute gesture by stroking his neck with his right hand.

Mori Ougai just smiled and said nothing.

Suddenly, as if remembering something, he asked, "By the way, Dazai-kun, have you had any conflicts with Randou-kun from the Action Team recently?"

"The other party just came to me specifically and asked me to pay attention to your education."

The smile on Dazai Osamu's face froze. He was not willing to share the news about Ruri with Mori Ogai, even though they did get along very well now.

But that’s exactly the problem.

Mori Ogai is the most insidious, despicable, cruel, dangerous and terrifying person that Dazai Osamu has encountered in all these years, and he will do anything to achieve his goals.

If he knew about the existence of Teacher Liuli and knew that he and Lan Tang cared about each other very much, it goes without saying what he would do.

Take control of weaknesses, create threats, and use them as bargaining chips when necessary to exchange for greater benefits.

He called this the optimal solution.

A faint anger welled up in Dazai Osamu's heart, and this anger was directed at both the troublesome Mori Ogai in front of him and the stupid Randou.

As expected, poets are the most annoying guys, even knights are second only to them.

He was angry inside, but his expression was quite indifferent. He just said nonchalantly, "Ah, maybe it caused him some trouble when he committed suicide."

"What a petty-minded adult! Are you going to tell everyone about this?"

Mori Ogai didn't suspect anything and just said nonchalantly, "Just behave yourself lately, Dazai."

"Lantang-kun's special ability is quite useful. I plan to have him join us."

Dazai Osamu shrugged and made a vomiting gesture, "Why, have you convinced Miss Hongye to help you?"

Mori Ogai gave a short laugh as an answer.

Dazai Osamu nodded gloomily, "Not surprising. I wish you success soon, Dr. Mori."

After saying this, he lowered his head and started playing games, ignoring Mori Ougai.

Mori Ogai was used to his mood swings and simply warned him, "Don't mess with Randou-kun for the time being. I'll give you some tranquilizers after everything is over."

"This is much better than jumping into a river, jumping off a building, or hanging yourself."

Dazai Osamu was too lazy to tell him that he had no plans to commit suicide for a while. He nodded casually without raising his head, raised his phone to cover his face, and turned up the game volume to the maximum.

He put down his phone only after Mori Ogai left. Two chat room symbols flashed on the game interface.

[Gojo Satoru]: I have returned to my family and immediately confronted the elders, telling them that I intend to target the General Directors' Council.

[Gojo Satoru]: Will they really help?

[Gojo Satoru]: Usually they only make things worse or find all kinds of excuses to put me off.

[Gojo Satoru]: Jie also went to the general director's meeting, and heard from Ye Mo that someone from the government would intervene.

[Gojo Satoru]: I think it would be better to just let the government take over, right?

[Gojo Satoru]: Hey, hey, hey, kid, did you see the message?

【Gojo Satoru】: Please reply to me when you see it.

[Gojo Satoru]: Old Orange from my family is coming here soon. What should I say?

【Gojo Satoru】: Reply

【Gojo Satoru】: Reply

【Gojo Satoru】: Reply

……

Dazai Osamu slid the message interface upwards, showing a nonchalant expression at the series of replies, and he tapped a few times casually at the end.

[Dazai Osamu]: You said you don’t like the director.

[Dazai Osamu]: In your personal situation, the more outrageous the reasons you give, the more likely they are to believe it.

As for the other content, Dazai didn't want to respond at all, letting the government take over completely. The fact that he could even say such words showed the level of the curse world.

He simply opened another chat room, which contained only a single message.

[King General]: If what you said is true, the Dragon King of the Ghosts will provide military support.

A smile appeared on Dazai Osamu's face, and the smile was filled with coldness and sharpness.

Isn't it right now that we can find the manpower to solve Mr. Poet's problem?